Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

I don’t even know what to say. Of course I’m not going to marry him, but he must know I’d feel
that way.
He carefully pulls a much bigger ring off the cushion. “Here, try this one.”
It’s so big, it looks like a chunk of ice. “It looks heavy,” I say reluctantly, drawing the simpler
ring off my finger and tensing as he takes my hand and slides the ring on it.
He glances at me as the ring moves over my joint and settles into place. It’s sordid how intimate
it feels, and I have to look away.
“This is an asscher cut, much less common than the others. The smaller ones on each side are
trapezoids. All together it’s a little over 6 carats. I like this one best. What do you think?”
I feel hot just having a ring that expensive on my person. “I think… that’s too many carats.”
“The carats don’t matter,” he says dismissively. “You’ll be wearing it forever, I want you to have
something nice.”
“You’re saying a lot of things,” I say, the ring on my finger suddenly feeling like a tiny shackle.
“Can we take this off, please?”
His gaze shifts to my face. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s stunning, but it’s way too much.”
“I think it’s just enough.” He lifts my hand and rotates it slightly so I can watch the light hit the
sublimely cut diamond. “It’s one of the best, and that’s what you should have.”
“Can we back up to the part where you said I’ll be wearing it forever?”
“Of course you will. It’s an engagement ring. We’ll be married. Marriage is forever.”
“Oh my god, is the air working in here?” I gaze helplessly toward the thermostat, but I know the
rising heat isn’t coming from the penthouse, it’s coming from the pressure inside me.
“The setting has to be platinum because I’ve already picked out your wedding band and they’ll
obviously have to match. It’s an antique piece from the 1920’s.” He flashes me a mild smile. “I
thought that would suit you.”
“I’m not marrying you,” I blurt gracelessly.
My stomach drops as his gaze lifts to mine. I don’t know why I expect my words to matter, to
perhaps cause some hurt. He’s unfazed, then he says simply, “Yes, you are.” He draws the asscher off
my hand and slides it back on the cushion. “We have a few decisions to make. For a honeymoon, I’m
thinking Greece or the Maldives. I know neither is terribly original, but they’re typical choices for a
reason. Maldives has my vote, but I’m fine with either. Secondly, we should decide if we want to
have a smaller wedding sooner before you start to show, or wait until after the baby is already here.
Whichever we choose, I think we should take a honeymoon before the baby comes. Our time without
her will dwindle fast, and we haven’t really spent enough time together just the two of us. It isn’t